I was born in the wake of a terrible war 
My mama used to bake for the kids at the door 
Papa would teach whatever he could 
Preach a little science,
Tell a coupla boys they'd better be good 

Geeks, nerds, awkward dweebs 
We'd hear it from the kids on the block 
They'd call us geeks, nerds, awkward dweebs 
But every day the boss would come around 
And lay his money down  
Picked up a girl just south of the docks 
Gave her a ride, plus a bagel and lox 
She was nineteen, I was twenty-two 
But I was too shy 
Just to know what to do 

Geeks, nerds, awkward dweebs 
We'd hear it from the kids on the block 
They'd call us geeks, nerds, awkward dweebs 
But every week the boss would come around 
And lay our wages down  
Never had street smarts but she treated me well 
With her kind, gentle, laid back smile 
Decades later I'm a man in despair 
And I haven't felt joy in a while, nope-nope 
I haven't felt joy in a while, nope. 

He was born in the wake of a terrible war 
His mama used to bake for the kids at the door 
Grandpa would teach whatever he could 
Preach a little science,
Tell a bunch of kids they gotta be good 

Geeks, nerds, annoying dorks 
We'd hear it from the jerks on the net 
They'd call us geeks, nerds, annoying dorks
But every month the boss would come around 
And lay the money down 
Geeks, nerds, annoying dorks
We'd hear it from the jerks on the net 
They'd call us geeks, annoying dorks
But every year the boss would come around 
And lay our bonus down  

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